Young and old
Young on the outside,
Old and wise inside.
Stereotypes are broken,
A pen and books are my friends.
Cruel words spat like poison,
Helpful things get abandoned.
Shadows hide me.
I write my emotions,
Line after line,
Word after word.
Hours slip by like minutes.
I wither like a flower before my mirror,
Tired and older I become.
But do you remember?
When I was young?
